By Peter Mladinic Baseball in Lea Some have not heard of a bunt. The slide is something on a guitar, the double play a cloud of mystery. You won’t find “I heart Ruth” in blue ink on a notebook’s face. Diamond takes a backseat to speedway. Gridiron and goalposts bring out the football in us. … Continue reading Baseball in Lea and Washington Senators
Henry Aaron and Other Poems
By Michael Ceraolo Henry Aaron I was too new to argue when a Braves PR guy decided to call me Hank; everyone who knew me called me Henry From what I've heard of Babe Ruth, he would have congratulated me for breaking his record, just as I later congratulated Barry Bonds But in April 1974 … Continue reading Henry Aaron and Other Poems
Union Station
By T.R. Healy As he waited for the traffic light to turn green, Harris Stears glanced at the sheet of paper on the passenger seat to check the address of the next garage sale he intended to visit this morning. Already he had visited three sales and not found anything worth buying. He just hoped … Continue reading Union Station
The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher
By John Affleck It began when I was sitting alone at the Twins-Mets game. No minder, no driver. I’d sent them off to lunch. He sat down next to me in the stands, and I mean right next to me. He recognizably walked up the stairs and down the row — did not shuffle, did … Continue reading The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher
Four Poems About Baseball
By Michael Ceraolo Ty Cobb I should have done more checking on Stump before I accepted him as my ghostwriter I understand the hatchet job he did on me decades later in a biography was even worse than the job he did on me in my so-called autobiography The basepaths and batter's box … Continue reading Four Poems About Baseball
Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
The Eye of the Storm The looming clouds provided a portent Even though some thought that they were not important The rains fell down heavy and hard but definitely not like the lugubrious tales from the Bard Such as William Shakespeare's Macbeth (With the weird sisters and whatnot) The sidewalk had raindrops all over it … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Dating the Pyramids I shower and shave and dress up for the evening. Style my hair with product before borrowing my parent’s car. Dating the Pyramids. One at a time, of course. I am a gentleman, you see. Have each of them home by curfew. Never wanting there to … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Poems by Michael T. Smith
Chinchilla A little guy scurried in the patched grass to climb a mountain as tall as his will. His stomach steered him up the damned pass to heights that greedily starve the air thin so that the heat could not follow his chasse. In the tight grasp of the Year of the … Continue reading Poems by Michael T. Smith
Academy of the Heart And Mind 